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Jul 2014
Sloshing against the summer sand
Water salty, never warm enough
Never less biting when it returns
Upon departure leaving silver strands
Of memories and lessons I can't unlearn
Dark nights an endless caravan
Of hypothetical rejections
Your phantom cloaked in disdain and I can't
place why you hate me so much
Wiped the slate clean from ashes to dust
Heart like dirt, blindly seeking new seeds
But it never rained and I leaked everything
Onto these pages for no god ****** reason
Why do people
never say that they mean it?
Written by
   Holly Smith
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